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10-18-2012, 09:26 PM
"Or, should you wish, you can reside in the wilds with me and other mares of such beauty and grace, such as found within yourself," A rich, lilting voice filled with chords of content and an undertone of contempt broke the lingering silence between the three horses. "We are, after all, sisters by nature. We argue and fight, but in the end, we uphold our honor and keep our wits about us." The white unicorn lifted her head, a silver coat of satin rippling over chiseled muscles. Gray nostrils flare, bright blue eyes thoughtfully study the group of mixed horses before me. The poor mare, surrounded by a group of dumb brutes called stallions. Stags, colts- all the same to me. I'm sexist, I will admit, and racist, but I have and will continue to try and change my ways from racism. Sexism? Perhaps not. Maybe one day I will find a stallion of unerring loyalty, who would give his life for the oldest mare, and respect the mares' rule. But until then... I allow a smile to curl my lips, even as I shoot a haughty glance to the inferior males. "We roam as we please, sleep where our feet take us, and are free to do as we chose. Except for an ask of understanding between us mares, I would have no wish to order you around." Words spoken true always strike the strongest chord in a heart. I tilt my head, my pearl horn glistening in the light.
